There’s something that feels intrinsically wrong with disposal. If you’ve ever thrown away an old wobbly kitchen table or a wheelbarrow with a broken strut you’ll maybe know what I mean.

Throwing away something that someone created doesn’t feel quite right, even if it was created by a machine in a factory.

Hippy shit absolutely.

But some of you will know what I mean.

Even recycling doesn’t quite hit the spot because you don’t SEE for yourself what happens to the items you recycle.

So I spend quite a lot of my time away from the PC doing things like that – stacking logs, cutting wood, digging over the veggie bed, even changing the nosepads on my specs for some I bought on Amazon for £1 (I know), brewing my own beer (coming soon) and weird little bits of stuff that make me feel like a human being.

Dunno why it helps calm my soul, but it does 🙂

We’ve got four dining chairs that are on their last legs and won’t make it through Christmas so rather than taking them to the tip or freecycling them (they’re so wobbly it’s not fair to inflict them on someone else) I’m going to spend a few hours chopping them up to burn to keep us warm over winter.

(Yeah I know we could just switch on the central heating but let me have my romantic ideal eh?)

That’s proper recycling.

They’ve supported my fat arse for years and now they’ll keep me warm chopping them up AND when I burn them.